A Change of Heart
I threw in
face cream,
slippers,
tops.
I added a few
sexy frocks.
My daddy's picture,
old emotions,
fears, anxieties,
hearts devotions.
I threw in letters
I had written,
and little things
that had me smitten
and then I sat
upon the lot
and tried to get the
thing to lock.
I should have
known,
I should have
guessed,
I'd put in
one too many
vests,
so I unpacked,
sat down with glee
and had a soothing
cup of tea.
poem by Ruth Walters
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